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In this year of economic 
recession and political tur- 
moil in addition to the normal 
demands of a student s life, 
what will survive time to be 

Will it be College Avenue 
welcoming us in full bloom, 
sunrises spent with textbooks 
after all nighters, or a week- 
end when we managed to es- 
cape it all? 

1991-1992 will be a year of 
our lives. Will it burst into 
glimmering color like fire- 
works at a soccer game or will 
it lie still only to reflect its 
beauty like the water in the 
goldfish pond? 

Life at UNCG is a beautiful 
latticework of individuals and 
their unique gifts and spirits 
intertwined to create campus 
as we know it . This year Pine 
Needles wishes not only to 
celebrate UNCG and it s ac- 
complishments now and 
throughout the year but also 
you, the individual who makes 
UNCG possible. So here s to 
you and your future. May you 
always remember where 
you ve been and have hope for 
where you are going. 

Rachael Wbfford 

As an education major, I spend ten hours a week in a middle 
school. It s fun because I love the kids, but sometimes playing 
teacher feels wierd. The kids call me Ms. Horn, and they think 
I m an adult . 

Sometimes I too think I m an adult. It s a scary thought. I 
wonder what is expected of me as a twenty year old. 

I guess you could say I m childlike. I daydream all the time, 
and I still have a child s imagination. The monsters that 
lurked in my closet and under my bed when I was five never 
went away. Bert: and Earnie are still my heros. And I love it. I 
never want to lose the child inside of me. 

But what if I do? What if my childlike vision fades with time? 
What if I forget the pleasure of spinning around till I m dizzy? 
What if I start hating rain because it s inconvenient and for- 
get it s also beautiful? 

It seems like so many adults leave the magic of childhood 
behind them. All these people do is wake up, go to work, come 
home, holler at the kids, and go to sleep. Is that what is ex- 
pected of adults? 

If it is, I guess I 11 never be an adult. I 11 just go to college 
for the rest of my life and hope no one ever institutionalizes 
mel guess I just need to find a balance between adulthood s 
responsibilities and childliood s dreams. But finding a bal- 
ance seems to be the trick to everything. I m not sure of ex- 
actly why the thought of graduating and going out into the 
real world intimidates me. I just know I don t want to lose my 
closet monsters. 

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Food? Check. Radio? Check. Posters? Check. Toothbrush? 

Okay, all set. Let s leave all the securities of home to enter 
the new and exciting world of carrpus life... only to find that 
you have no shoes, shampoo, sheets, or clothes. Suddenly while 
piling truckloads of unneeded things into a tiny room, the 
realization of just what is happening hits. What was once 
purely exciting and new quickly becomes overwhelming and 
unpredictable . 

Soon you realize just how large your room at home was as 
you stack, stuff, and cram things into the remote corners of a room only a fraction of the size 
you are used to. It isn t long though until this room, which is either too hot or too cold, begins 
to take on personality. 

Once you are all stuffed in and are beginning to get used to that funny smell, the slumber 
party and bonding with your new roommate begins and will not stop until the end of the 
semester. Amid all the partying you begin to meet new people, master the art of taking show- 
ers in a small space, and actually begin to look forward to eating college food. 

But there are also difficulties. You begin inadvertantly advertizing that you are a freshman 
by wearing your Step Ahead T-shirt and carrying your keys on a yellow ID holder. You are 
very visible as you walk into classes late and try to open doors backwards. Then you take the 
twenty thousand pages due tomorrow back to your tiny room to read. Ha ha ha... NOISE! 

It doesn t take long to topple from the prominent rank of a high school senior to the humble 
rank of a freshman. Everything is new. 

But once you adjust to your new life, you start to feel pretty good. With a new identity and a 
separate phone number and adress, you begin to feel independant, your roommate has become 
your best friend, and that small room has become your home. 

What? Could it be that in one process you have actually grown up? Well, in that case, only 

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America has seen many trends 
come and go. Fortunately, most 
trends have gone and stayed there. 
But a few, Hke miniskirts, have 
recently resurfaced. Let's hear it for 
miniskirts, guys. Patriotism, too, 
has fallen in and out of fashion. 

\'our grandparents could tell vou 
that during World War 11 people 
flocked to the call of duty. The story 
of Rosie the Riveter, and even some 
wartime Buggs Bunny cartoons, 
show how patriotism hit a high 
during World War 11. 

What a ciifference from Vietnam, 
huh? Protestors came out of the 
woodwork, burning draft cards, and 
fleeing to Canada. There were rallies 
and riots on nearlv every college 

Because of the recent US victory 
against Iraq, patriotism is once again 
fashionable. In the past year, there 
has been a surge in faith and pride 

in our armed forces and in our- 

America's patriotism fluctuates as 
often as fashion's dos and don'ts. 
Let's hope this isn't a regular pat- 
tern. If it is, we'll soon see another 
dip in our patriotism. Who knows 
where the anarchy and chaos which 
could result may lead? 

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"Reddv for summer?" 

When May gets here, with students 
trying to absorb a semester's worth 
of material in one all night cram ses- 
sion, the answer to this question will 
he obvious. While summer break is 
a welcome sight for everyone, plans 
for the three month break from 
UNCG vary. 

Summer jobs always busy a good 
deal of students. Some students 
wait or bus tables in restaurants like 
Lucky 32 and Bennigan's while oth- 
ers work as counselors in summer 
camps. The money earned is put 
toward apartment rent, telephone 
bills, or a Spring Break trip to Flor- 

Other students try to get ahead by 
enrolling in summer classes, either 
at UNCG or another school. 
Whether signed up for one session 
or both, students use the shortened 
semester to finish rec]uirements, to 
retake a class, or just to take a class 

that interests them. 
Some students take the summer 
break as just that - a break from 
academics and jobs. Whether they 
are lounging by the pool or just 
staying at home, these students 
enjoy their x'acations to the fullest. 

Amy Torchinsky 








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Dorm life. It's loud, it's annoying, and even with 
it's good points it can drive you crazy. As you enter 
your comfy, lived in room you look around to see 
the filthy mess your roommate has left for you. You 
bypass the soda with mold growing on top and the 
trash that hasn't been taken out for weeks and find 
a cozy spot to sit among the rubble and dirty 
laundry. Upon finding that spot you begin the 
mounds of homework assigned to you, and find 
yourself in the predicament that 1 am in right now... 

At his late hour there are a variety of noises bombarding you. People are singing to 
blaring radios. A hair dryer barely drowns out the noise of my neighbors' ringing phone. 
Ah, they made a new answering machine message. Someone down the hall screams, and 
if one more door slams I'm going to lose it. At this moment, 1 can hear all that plus three 
conversations, the intercom system, and sirens at a distance. If you'll excuse me, 1 think 
I'll leave my cozy spot and go to the library. 

AH. Silence. This has nothing to do with dorm life, but it is soothing to the ears. 

As most people discover upon moving into a dorm room, there is a lot to learn to deal 
with. Aside from all of the noise, it can be loads of fun. Especially when you are part of 
the noise. The problem comes when amid all of the fun and fellowship, time must be 
found to study. 

Though dorm life has it's drawbacks, there is also a lot of grow- 
ing up and sharing involved. Within days of your arrival, you 
can't help but make friends with these people with whom you are 
sharing a bathroom , a hallway, and a lot of time. Lasting friend- 
ships tend to grow with the mold of unrefrigerated food in each Dewayne M. Southern 
room, and there is a lot to learn from these people of all back- 
grounds with whom you are sharing a hall. 

Having said all of that, 1 shall now go back to my room and try 
to sleep. Perhaps 1 will once again be lulled into slumber by that 
never ending, mysterious banging in the room directly above me 
combined with the screaming directly below. 

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Brian Scott Seaver 

Christie Louise White 

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When i3pproachPij with the opportunity of vvTiting the Coraddi page for Pine Needles, at first 
I thought I would say something informative about the magazine - Its history, submissions guide- 
lines, or something to that effect - but this year I've been given many chances to say that type of 
thing, and would just be repeating things So I thought I'd use this page to do something that 
doesn't normally get done when your job is publishing other people's work - talk about ourselves. 
And since a yearbook's main objective is capturing a place and time, rnaybe I can say some things 
about the people in this staff photograph that vvill give insight as to where and v/ho vv'e are, or 
vv'ere, so to speak 

At the time o f t h i s vv r 1 1 1 n q , J e n n i f e r , t h e per s o n s rn 1 1 1 n g i n t h e t o p let t o f t h e p h o t o , i s 
probably somewhere on campus She's the only one of us who lives in a dormi, and has smuggled 
food out of The Caf for us several times, for vv'hich I especially, am grateful She's the youngest 
one of the group, a sophomore, has a great amiount of talent, a love for poetry, and is as bright as 
a n y b o d y T h i s y e a r s h e r e a d h e r vv o r k for the fir s t t i rn e i n f r o n t o f p e o pie, at a r e a d i n g a t 
ijuilford College, vvhich v/as a brave thing The guy standing next to her, Chris, is studying sculp- 
ture, and has managed handling the magazine, school, and his band. Bicycle Face They are due to 
release an album (CD) soon, so there is no telling vvhat his future holds He drives a green VW 
mini van, always carries a pocket knife, and took me to my first art museum, years ago on a sum- 
mer night, vvhen anything seemed possible. We left for Washington on the spur of the moment, and 
the next afternoon he introduced me to Rauschenberg, among others, for vvhich I'm eternally 
grateful The guy vvith the beard and glasses, is Ian He's Vvorking on his doctorate, and has a 
novel in the works, which I've read most of, and think it's tremendous. He's also the only person I 
knovv vvho has ever made any money from vvriting that I can have a conversation with for any 
length of time This fall, he had a story printed in Amdzmg Stones I was thoroughly impressed, 
a n d Vv l"i y n o t "^ I t o o k Fred C h a p p e 1 1 ' s S c i e n c e F i c 1 1 o n c 1 a s s . a n d if I re rn e rn b e r c o r r e c 1 1 y , Amazing 
Stories IS the oldest existing Science Fiction publication in the vvorld. so there Most impor- 
tantly, he's a good guy He also has a pet iguana namied Oz Standing to the right of Ian. is David. 
He has as fierce a love for poetry, and for creative expression of all kinds, as anyone I've ever 
met, or will meet I hope to God he's teaching our kids one day That's vvhat he v/ants to do. If 
there's any lustice, he vvill be F'lght novv, he's waiting tables, and attending classes, going back 
and forth between trying to keep a smile on his face, and trying to keep a smile on his face, when 
sometimes there may be an overwhelming urge to scream at his classmates, his professor, or the 
couple eating the spinach salad Of course, I'm just guessing. Kneeling on the far right, is Kevin. 
Unlike a lot of students, he has a good job. He works for a design firrn, making billboards. He 
a 1 s p I a y s i n a b a n d , 6 , vv h i c h i s fairly new and p o p u 1 a r I d o n ' t k n o w much else about Kevin, 
except that he knows the art world, used to live in a really nice house on Walker Ave, and there''s 
an infamous story of him covertly including an unreguested Dada type piece in a major gallery 
shovv Second to the right is Meredith. Meredith is much like David, an enormious amount of en- 
ergy, a vocal and astute critic, and a guick mind. All her days seem to be long and productive. 
She almost left us in December, to go to school in California We were all glad she changed her 
rnind She's been the aesthetic backbone of the magazine, I think it is safe to say that Meredith 
IS doing vvhat most college students are doing, shea's searching for her calling People with many 
talents sometimes have a hard time choosing only one. Next, is William, Before school began 
t h is fall, 1 1 vv a s rn e n 1 1 o n e d t o W 1 1 1 1 a rn t f-i at the top d e s k: d r a vv e r" h a d bee n 1 o c k e d a n d u n o p e n e d 
longer than anyone could remember. They had tried to get it open last year, and the year before, 
to no avail The day after Vv'illiam was informed of the matter, the desk drawer was open It 
contained papers from 1984 I don't think I could illustrate it any better, he does what he sets 
out to do He's been Cordddi's sane loud voice when one's been needed, vv'hen being soft spoken 
doesn't worl , and he does a good job He's also loves writing, photography, and is a good cook At 
1 e a s t t hi a t ' s w h a t h i s d a 1 1 n g s e r v i c e a p p 1 1 c a 1 1 o n s a y s A rn y i s kneeling o n t h e b o 1 1 o rn left W h e n 
t h e fall 1 s s u e c a rn e o u t . w e v v ere all at rn y h o u s e , c e 1 e b r a 1 1 n g , s 1 1 1 1 n g o n rn y r o o f , w 1 1 h o u r 
obligatory bottle of bourbon Amy didn't fall off or anything, no one did, I just vvanted to mention 
w e vv ere all o n rn y r o o f S li e a I s o p 1 a y s i n a I o c a 1 b a n d , C h e w T o y , pi u s s h e w o rk s i n a b o o k s t o re , 

edits a small literary quarterly, and reads her poetry often at various venues. Coraddi was lucky 
to have her help. There's one person not in this picture who should be. That's because at the time 
it vv'as taken, he had already left for Nevv Jersey His name is Andrew He graduated this Decem- 
ber, vvith a degree in Painting Look at a Fall '9 1 issue of Coraddi, and you can easily see 
Andrevv's contribution While he lived in tovvn, he vvorked as a cook at a famiily restaurant, used 
Bryl Cream in his hair, painted all day often, played the drums sometimes, and'stole a box of 
grits from my kitchen, for which I never forgave him He's probably in his Dad's basement right 
now doing woodsvork He's rnissed Last is me, standing in the middle I love all these people in 
this photograph, and hope to knovv them a long time I feel lucky to have knovvn these people at 



Gamma Sigma Sigma 

Alpha Kappa Alpha 

Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. focuses on sisterhood, seirvice, and scholarship. They do 
national service projects like Cleveland Job Corps, voter registration, and Project Literacy. They 
also participate in a wide variety of local service projects like Project Destiny and Trick or 
Treat for UNICEF. 

1991-1992 Officers 

Vice President 



Monica Pierce 
Theresa Guerrero 
Rhesia Philip 

Jama Fcwlar 

Beatrice Mwanda 

Men'ibers not present for the picture are Beatrice Mwanda, Theresa Guerrero, Jania Fowler, Wiv- 
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U N C ij L e 1 e b rate s P r o d i g i o u s u r a d u a t e s 

Matt. Malloy^ Musician, singer_, songwriter, artist, poet, vvriter, filrn maker Is that every- 
thing? Everything that can fit on this page without looking tacky, like a bus schedule or a gro- 
cery list, though much is rnissing A senior earning his degree in Communications (concentrating 
n fi e d 1 a P r o d u c t i o n ) , M a 1 1 M a 1 1 o y i s b y f a r o n e o f I J N C G ' s g r e a t e s t a r t i s t s . 

Sunday morning . . Matt stands impatiently as the morning DJ pokes his head out of the 
Vv' U A G c n t r 1 r o o rn , res p o n d i n g t o t h e i n c e s s a n t k n o c k i n g A t 9 a mi e v e ry S u n d a y , M a 1 1 M a Hoy and 
fellovv artist Dave McDonnell kick off another edition of "Li vingroorn," their eclectic Sunday 
morning radio therapy session, featuring three and a half hours of . . . of , . ^ vvell, anything you 
can think of, actually. Poetry, jazz, live performiance or even short stories read in lov/, raspy, 
hungover tones The aim is to get artful expression onto the airv/aves 

Rubber insects. That's vvhat you'll need to encourage your kids to collect if you vvant them 
to follovv in Matt's footsteps That's what he collected as a child, a hobby of his. ''like that 
rubber snake over there." he says, pointing to an asp lurking beneath (ironically) a music stand. 

Music. One of Matt's many passions. His love of music began at the age of seven when his 
parents purchased a piano and encouraged his natural musical talent. Lessons'? Sure, for about a 
year, "more like six v/eeks" he'd interject, then he guit, instead pursuing his musical interests 
a 1 n e 

Stagefnghtv' Hardly Matt Malloy is a shov/rnan If one v/as fortunate enough to see the 
birth of his "Doctor Doornail" character early in 1990, it would be clear that he is guite com- 
fortable before an audience. Time and time again, he clirnbs back on stage for another perform- 
ance, be It singing or ripping off a fifteen minute monologue from miemiory. "A lot of people say 
'hey. I really 1 i k e d y o u r i rn p r o v ' a n d v v h at they d o n ' t k now is that I vv rite o u t a n d m e rn o r i z e every- 
thing I do." Is he ever nervous'"' "The better prepared I arn, the more comfortable I feel " He 

M a 1 1 M a 1 1 y c 1 1 e s P i c h B u c h a n an, f e 1 1 o v/ U N C G s t u d e n t a n d f a t h e r of ' 'The L i rn a Bean Hour" 
as his most aggressive promoter. 

"Rich encouraged me to do stuff He encouraged rne to pursue my interest, to write and 
perform I eventually vvent dovvn to the St. Mary's House That 'vvas the first place I ever per- 
formed It 'vvas really nice, a very receptive crovvd 

"Funny thing is, all of the people that got up before rne vvere playing easy listening stuff. 
The first people to get up there 'vvas this girl and her father, they sang this duet, and then three 
guys got up there and played Pachebel's Canon. And then I got up there and sang five songs about 
sex So I thought Avv God' and got up there and started playing. It vvent vvell. I played 'Wild 
Thing ' They liked it " 

Write too The boy can vvrite He says he "alvvays v/rote" v/hen he 'was a little kid. On the 
shelves of the Bethlehem Public Library sits a bound story vvritten by a then little Matty Malloy. 

"The story vv'as about a dragon that lived in a cave and got really lonely and decided to look 
for some friends. So he went to the local to'wn and the first person he ran into was a little kid 
named Charles who named the dragon Bruce He taught the dragon some tricks (to jump when he 
clapped his hands) and they were playing hide and seek in the woods and some kidnappers are like 
come vv'ith us Charles' and he said ok just let rne clap rny hands' and the dragon jumped out and 
scared t t'l e rn a 'vv a y . H e w a s t h e h e r o o f t h e t o vv' n f r o rn t h e n o r\ " 


Film too Produced early in the tall of 199 1 for his Cinernatography course, Matt's first 
16rnrn filrn. entitled "John" featured Harrison Cannon as a mildly neurotic bum with what turns 
into an obsession for reading. It was met with riotous applause at it's premiiere before a large 
group of LINCG students, faculty and parents His interest in film began in high school, his earfy 
attempts were not as successful His early video screenplays "turned out really bad" as he 

Though his continued interest in photography, music and writing encouraged hirn to pursue 
an education in communications 'w'orking in film "allows me to do all three" as he says "And 
acting, I wanted to be an actor too. Actually, I just wanted to be famous" 

Diverse, insightful, and inspiring. Matt llalloy will prove to be one of this schools greatest 
a 1 u m n i , 

Vv' i 1 1 1 a rn G a u 

Jennifer Wilkins 


Celebrating Students 

Successful parties are more than big parties. You need fireworks, an orchestra, and Le- 
ontyne Price to sing the National Anthem if you really mean to celebrate. To celebrate some- 
one is even trickier; for that you need the party and a statue to unveil and appreciative 
words to recite in sonorous tones. In this centennial year, I celebrate the students. 
I. The Statue (Fireworks) 

A statue to UNCG students should face Mr. Mclver s across 
the lawn in front of the library. Mr. Mclver s likeness was a 
fine celebration of him a dignified visionary, eyes fixed on the 
future, determined as bronze. He is heavy like the earth. 

That sort of statue will not do for you, of course. A statue to 
students should be portable maybe on rollers. It needs to be 
light on its feet. Students have the kind of kinetic energy that 
comes with youth and change. I know, because I was an older 
student here for ,many years, full of energy, because I was so 
happy to be here. A statue to students must be made of some 
malleable, bouyant material that moves. 

And laughs. Mr. Mclver has no sense of humor. He s only 
funny when you students hang something on him, and that s 
because his dignity is compromised in some risible way. Not 
that I don t want your heads turned toward the Future and Great 
Things. Not that I don t want some decorum for you someday. 
For now, keep entertaining me with sardonic asides, leavens of 
malice, irrepressible good spirits. Dignity later. 

II. Appreciative words 


Leaving the noise of the party for a few minutes, I would like 
to say a few sonorous words over you. Famous celebrations of 

people immortalize them and 
the speaker. Milton, thou 
should St be living at this 
hour. Or Lincoln. Or 
Shakespeare . 

As for me, like all teachers 
I have some powerful anecdotes 
to relate regarding your vir- 
tues many, many testaments to 
courage, intellectual hunger, 
kindness. But they would 

take too long to recite, and, as 
we have established, you like 
to be on the move. Further- 

more, UNCG students here have 
a marked sense of modesty. 
Schmaltzy accounts of your 
goodness would make you em- 
barrassed, if not sick. 

Sometimes we faculty mem- 
bers wish you d put yourselves 
foi-ward a bit more, it s true. 

On the whole, however, a certain kind of modesty is a great asset in the young and a rare one on 
many campuses. 

Where does this come from, this old-fashioned humility? Does it come from having to pay a 
good deal of your way through school? Does it come from a regional sense of hierarchy that the 
young are supposed to be polite to their elders, to their teachers? I believe the answer is that 
you were raised right. A proper sense of humility in a student is a necessity if she or he is to 
be taught, to be changed. You have plenty of time to become as unblushing as Mr. Mclver. For 
now, I celebrate your modesty. 


In Summary (lights down) 

I meant to celebrate you, but I have failed. The statue I ve designed is ludicrous a creaking, 
lurching monster like the early Godzilla. A statue to youth, energy, and change is a contradic- 
tion in terms, I suppose. 

The appreciation words are too vague. I can tell you that I and many of my colleagues love 
the students here. I hope that s the same as celebrating them, because I can t think of another 
thing to do except to set off one more Roman candle and offer some advice: 

keep moving; have fun; look ungrimly to the future; stay hungry. 

Laurie White 
January 15, 1992 


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Tour of Duty 

The best parts of my stay in Germany were traveling and wit- 
nessing the changes that took place these past two years. The 
best places I visited were near Austria. The border there was 
full of tourist towns, and the scenery was beautiful. 

Europe changed a lot while I was there. The Berlin Wall came 
down and East and West Germany united. Gorbachev once vis- 
ited the city I was stationed in, but unfortunately I was 
unable to see him. 

To anyone who is considering taking a vacation in Europe, I 
suggest that they be sure to visit Southern Germany, go 
through the black Forest, and tour Austria. Austria has some 


of the best ski slopes in the world. There s just no other place 
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UNlu uelebratps Poets 

Evan D Smith, the Editor of the 1991-1992 Coraddi, 15 one of UNCG's greatest literary 
assets. A senior studying English, Evan is a major local figure in poetry who has Vvritten a great 
deal of Greensboro's best contemporary free verse. 

On any given day however, you'll find hirn devoting the majority of his tirne to promioting 
local talent. In the area of performance, Evan has collaborated with The Miracle House of Greens- 
boro to feature local artist in a performance forumi knov/n as '''Poets Eat.'" Conducted every other 
Thursday this year, the Poet's Eat has featured virtually all forms of artistic expression from 
poetry and short stories to singing and dramatic monologues. The Poet's Eat provides anyone 
vv'ith the interest and the courage the chance in front of a crowd to do what they feel is their 

He has also turned and eye tov/ards publication Citing small press publishing as being his 
greatest interest, he has pursued it with zest Evan published a small volumie of his ov/n poetry 
in a chapbook entitled If I Had A Chariot. I'd Deliver Pizza. Received v/ith much praise, this pub- 
lication continues to sell briskly in Chapel Hill as well as Greensboro bookstores. No small feat, 
publishing your ov/n book of poetry. In addition to the 17 poems, the publication also contains 12 
illustrations by local artist Jirn Austin. 

Beginning this year, Evan has expanded his horizons by joining vvith Erick Gordon to produce 
a local "small press" literary journal called Underhouse Press. It's first issue featured poetry 
by such local talent as Carol Jean Dearing, Amy Vv'ikinson, David Andrevv', and artv/ork by UNCG 
graduate student Colin Peters It is Evan's goal to expose society to those artists vvhich he finds 
m s t tale n t e d 

Is it too personal to tell you the name of his dog? Or his viev/s on commercial television'? 
Or that he vvishes to meet the girl v/ho owns the Massachusetts plated Volvo wagon with Green- 
peace/Save the Whales/Gantt for Senate stickers all over the back? He's a hard character to pin 
down (like his poetry) and words arranged thus do not suffice Though most are acguainted vvith 
him, one never really gets a true sense of the person he is "I like him a lot, he seems very 
noble " said one classmate, when asked her opinion of him Interesting 

T h 1 s 1 s n 1 a feeble a 1 1 e rn p t 1 r e v e a 1 s rn e I'l 1 d d e n p s y c h e The s e are a n n y rn u s b s e r v a - 
tions vvhich any ONCG student could have made had they found themselves in the same literary 
c 1 r c 1 e s 1 n v ■/ hi 1 c h E v an Smith c n 1 1 n u e s 1 c i r c u late 

VV h at lie s a h e a d f r E v a n S rn 1 1 ti "' L 1 1 e r a r y g r e a t n e s s ? A 1 1 f e f rn e d 1 c r 1 1 y n S 1 1 v e r 
Avenue? Many have often vvondered-and vvorned-rnuch the same Although only time v/ill tell, 
t h 1 s y e a r b k v v ill be t e s 1 1 rn n y 1 a 1 c a 1 g r e a t 

"This is history " Evan vvould say, vvaving the very yearbook you're holding under your nose. 
I n t l"i e 199 ' s , E v a n S rn 1 1 h b e 1 n g e d 1 G r e e n s b r , rn a k 1 n g t t"i e h 1 s 1 r y h ere, a n d h e b e 1 n g e d 1 

Vv'illiami Gau 

( F r n"i 3 T h 1 n g s A b u t t h e D e v 1 1 ) 
The Ghost Above Your Shoulder 

Hits young men in the head 

In their prime 

in the head 

vv 1 1 h a n 1 n v 1 s 1 b 1 e s t e e 1 pipe 

h e k 1 c k s t l"i e 1 r feet f r" rn u n d e r t h e rn 

on stairv/ells 

on ladders 

He 1 e r k s t h e 1 r s teen n g vv heel 

and drops dung ugly ghosted dogs in their headlights 
bright on narrow snaked roads 
where nobody lives 

He's there in the emergency room 

with a mask 

he waits in the lobby reading racing forms 

he wanders down the hall to the nursery glass 

sticks his tongue 

at the babies 

He IS guilty of loss of balance 

he is guilty of oil slicks and hydroplane 

he cares nothing for rock stars 


ad reps 

or any of his other servants 

he IS only goose-necked 

rubber-eyed to vv'ear heavy cologne to funeral parlors 

he likes to smile tears 

shake hands 

and soak it all in 

in solemn vvhispers he says 

"Doesn't he look nice and restful. Oh it was a terrible thing. 

-Evdti Smith 


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Alisha Dale Routh 

IJNCG CelHbr.iitHs Randall Jarrel 

In the basement of the Walter Clinton Jackson Library there exists an abandoned auditorium 
It IS airy, spacious, yet completely dilapidated Over it's locked, darkened doors a sign reads 
"Randall Jarre 11 Lecture Hall," In the 1950's, great literary forums were conducted in this hall,, 
drawing hundreds of writers, poets and critics from all over the country Vet novv', it stands 
e m p t y , neglected and dishonored. 

The Randall Jarrell Lecture Hall was dedicated on April 9th_, 1970, in rnemiory of Randall 
Jarrell, distinguished American poet, critic, and UNCG professor, A native of Nashville, Ten- 
nessee, Jarrell spent his boyhood years in Hollywood, California. He vvould return later to 
Nashville to earn two degrees from Vanderbuilt University Afterwards, he served his country 
in the Arrny Air Corps during World War II, an experience which inspired him to v/rite one of his 
best remembered poems "Death of a Ball Turret Gunner " In 1947 he began his teaching career at 
UNCG as a professor of poetry and did so until his tragic death in 1965. In all, he left nine book; 
of poetry, a critically acclaimed novel, three collections of essays, four children's books and 
scores of articles for textbooks and journals. In addition to several awards and honors, he re- 
ceived the National Book Award in 196 1 for his book The Woman at the [Washington Zoo. He also 
served as a consultant of poetry to the Library of Congress 

On the occasion of the hall's dedication in 1970, Chancellor James Ferguson said: 

"Vv'e are today honoring a man, Randall Jarrell, who brought to this institution some of it's 
most exciting moments v/e vvant to celebrate his association vvith this school and express 
appreciation for his impact on it and on the lives of the people who vvorked v/ith hirn here as 
students or as colleagues " 

A fitting dedication to o , f o r 1 1 v ■,•■ a s i n t h e J a c k s o n L i b r a r y t h a t R a n d a 1 1 J a r r e 1 1 f o u n d peace 
u f lib r a r 1 e s h e Vv ro t e "' I ra rely feel h a p p i e r t h a n vv h en I' rn i n a library . rarely feel rn ore soothed 
and calm and secure Sitting back there in the soft gloom of the stacks, a book among books." 
More often than not, vvhen he Vv'asn't teaching a class or at home, he could be found at the Li- 
brary At the dedication of the lecture hall, his vvife, Mary Jarrell said "[Jackson Library] was 
his club His pub, if you vvill" 

It vv'as in the UNCG Library that Jarrell composed his poem "A Girl in a Library" and it v/as to 
the Jackson Library that Jarrell donated a large portion of his private papers, including original 

working notes, first drafts of poems iand dozens of manuscripts 

Although the pathetic condition of the lecture hall is vvell-knovv'n, there is little that has 
been done. The biggest stumbling block is the state budget. Contrary to popular beliefs, the 
school has little to do with the renovations of its own buildings. Instead, every year the Office 
of Facilities Planning prepares a package of restoration proposals of state buildings which it 
then sends to the state legislature. It is there that various renovation projects on carnpus are 
approved It is on the state level that the money is provided for such a project, although the 
university has done little to speed up the process of restoration It might not have the funds, 
but it can prioritize it's request such that funds are provided by the state 

It is tragic to read the opening remarks given by Mary Jarrell at the dedication, for they serve 
as a grim juxtaposition today. She said "Randall Jarrell Hall is a new name that gives the old 
room a second start on life. But I want to stop abstracting and say v^'hat this dedication means 
to me, and how much it matters. It means , , that the words 'Jarrell Hall' in print, or spoken, or 
overheard will keep Randall's name in the ordinary, daily life of this carnpus he thought of as 
home I am grateful for that" 

ijratitude vv'ould be in order, if it had actually happened. Though not surprising, Randall Jar- 
rell is as forgotten among the students of iJNCij as the man vvho's statue stands in front of the 
library The memory of Jarrell, although honored by the University for a short time, has some- 
how managed to slip away. And as every year passes, the cost of renovation increases, and the 
odds of the lecture hall being returned to its former condition become less likely 

Today, when one enters the Jackson Library, it seems peculiar that on a free standing mar- 
quee, black letters proclaim "Jarrell Lecture Hall" An arrow points tov/ards the steps v/hich 
descend into the depths of the library. A corridor leads one to a neglected, decrepit shadovv of a 
monument, an abandoned lecture hall dedicated to a forever monumental man. 

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The date was September 7, 1991. The event was the Division I. 
Amazing ! 

Just a few short years we at non-scholarship Division III level. 
Now we were going to write one of the biggest collegiate ath- 
letic chapters in the history of the NCAA. UNCG was set to 
become the first team in history to move from Division III to 
Division I. Simply Amazing! 

A sellout crowd of 3,540 packed the brand new $3.6 million, 
lighted UNCG Soccer Stadium, while hundreds of others 
watched from the campus golf course after being turned away 
at the gate. 

Even more fascinating was the fact that just last year there was 
a mere hill last year where the stadium now stands, with a 
field house and a visitor side grandstand to be added in the 
future . 

The Spartans went all out for the stadium dedication as well. 
Pre-game ceremonies included speeches by Chancellor Moran 
and Athletic Director Nelson Bobb. 

Then came the pre-game highlight as members of the Southern 
Skies Sky Diving Team delivered the game ball at midfield. 
The Spartans then proceeded to dismantle the Campbell Cam- 
els, 3-1, thanks to a three goal hat trick by Senior Mike Gailey, 
and fireworks punctuated each Spartan score. 
Reaction to the new stadium was ecstatic. Few fans could keep 
their comments to themselves, as everyone marveled at the fa- 
cility, believed to be the best pure collegiate soccer stadium in 
the country, and even rivaling that of some professional teams. 
Many of the students commented that they finally felt colle- 
giate because they had a major athletic event. 
Coach Michael Parker expressed his gratitude at the over- 

whelming support, while 
Bobb commented that his 
greatest thrill was that stu- 
dents were on our campus on 
Saturday night, and they 
were having fun ! 
Even the Camel players were 
fascinated. Said Rami Kauppi, 
who scored the Camels lone 
goal. It s a beautiful place. I 
wish we had something this 

Indeed, it is a beautiful 
place. A place that will pro- 
vide the necessary common 
denominator to finally unify 
a very diverse campus. Bobb 
was overwhelmed at the fact 
that his problem was drawing 
too many fans, instead of not 
enough . 

And for those who wonder 
how much of an effect it had 
on the game. Well, according 
to Gailey, With 3500 people 
watching, you can t mess up! 

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Powell, Gary DeLeon, Gene Lindley, Mark Mullins, Mike 
Gailey, Hilmar Bjornsson, Shawn Mahoney, David Cichy REAR 
ROW (L-R) Michael Parker (head coach) , Brian Taylor, Mark 
Smallwood, Philip Wilson, Kevin Reif Schneider, Mike Sweeney, 
^thony DiFoggio, Chris Albert, Scott Brittsan, Charles 
yiaxwell, Larry Feniger, Steve Hamilton, Pat Barratt (assistant 


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Kathleen Mahony 

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Rodney Mitchell 

David William Covle 

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Ericka Renee DeVinnev Rachel Ann Davis 

Kristen Candice 

Carla Teresa Courts Susan Lynn Crouse 

Tracy Carol Johnson Nicole Lynn Judkins Valerie Kellett 

Douglas Eddie Laura Leigh Kirkman 


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Melanie Trexler, Leisa Norman (assis- 
tant coach), Tanya Edmunds, Staci 
Schram, Tiffany Wilson, Erin Kluttz. 
Back row (standing): Tere Dail (head 
coach), Jill Holloran, Lauren Yarish, 
Missi Olson, Jennv Yarbrough, 
Christie Avscue, Julie Parish (student 
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Susan Brown 

Memories of a Senior 

It's been a long time since that razor touched my face, giving me my first memorable experience. I remember 
spending an hour examining the few miserable hairs on my chin, laying out my shaving equipment to start the 
dream journey of every teen boy. 

Coming to college was my second memorable experience. Throughout my four years, I had the greatest time of 
my life. As I look back, 1 remember my friends, who shared the good times as well as the bad times with me. I 
remember dreading the walk to the cafeteria, to start an hour of grumbling about the food, but to walk away 
thankful. 1 remember kneeling on the floor with four other people late at night counting the pennies to bring the 
total to match the cost of a small pizza. 1 remember walking with my friends to Tate Street to buy a Mountain Dew 
or get a deal at Subway. 1 remember the first time my friends took me out to Bennigan's for a surprise birthday 
party. 1 embarrassed myself by standing on a chair while a couple of people sang "Happy Birthday" to me. Thanks 

But most of all, 1 remember my friends at the dorm - my Cobra-ninja roommate, the always-smiling receptionist, 
and the maid responsible for our hall. To them I say Thanks and take care. 

1 also remember school, and school work. 1 remember cramming till four in the morning for my eight o'clock class 
I remember my teachers and their bitchy attitudes about assignments. 1 never knew till then that teachers had 
double personalities. And 1 have never heard so many hateful things said about anybody as much as that said 
about teachers after tests. 

1 could go on, but 1 should stop. The point I'm trying to make is that 1 enjoyed it. 1 would not trade those four 
years of my life for anything, not even a pack of chocolate chip cookies. For two packs I might be willing to make 
deal. Just kidding. 

Mohammad Abdul- Rahim 



Tamara Gayle Shue 

I remember mv tenth grade vear of high school. I went to University Mall with mv 
friend Rachel and mused about how wonderful it would be to go to Carolina. Back 
then that was mv dream. 

1 changed my mind and came here instead. I chose UNCG because it was smaller and 
had a more personal atmosphere. Besides, mv best friend was a student here. 

As it turned out, three more of my good friends also came to UNCG. Through manv 
card games, dinners in the caf, and quiet nights of heart to heart talking, we became 
closer. We also met many new people who changed our lives and made college not 
just a time for academic growth, but also a time for emotional growth. 

It is hard to believe I will soon be graduating and leaving my friends, some of whom 
I've known for over eight years. Although I will feel a certain amciunt of loss, I know 
the friends I've made will never be more than a phone call away and that the contribu- 
tion they have made to mv life will be as important to my future happiness and wel- 
fare as my degree. Here at UNCG I have gained more than I ever expected to gain b\ 
going to college. 

S. Robinson Spivey 

Angela Leigh Sikes 


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Lisa Dawn Allen Daughn Maine Allie Sonja M. Allison Mark Franklin Allied Steven W. Andercyk 

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Lora Martin Bradsher 

E=mc2. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, hervllium... 
Mitochondria. DNA. RNA. 

For most people, these words are drilled into the 
head with a large bore bit. Yet there are people who 
chose to make these concepts the focus of their lives. 
When 1 mention to people that I'm a Physics major, I 
get the usual responses - "Wow! You must be 
smart!" or " That must be really hard." Actually, 
once you learn the language, it's quite easy, as long 
as vou take time to study. 

In exchange for the study time you put into science, 
you get practical knowledge. I've applied what I've 
learned to fixing my car. A chemist might learn to 
make better salad dressing. A biologist could, well, I 
don't know, biologize. The thing is, we love our 
work as much as a musician loves his instrument, as 
much as a dancer loves the dance, as much as prelaw 
students love screwing people. 

Science can be, and should be, as easy, fun, and 
informati\'e as anything else you can study. And it's 

not just for the guys who make love tci 
computers or sleep with expensive calcula- 
tors under their pillows. I'm celebrating 
science because science is for everyone. 


Kara Brown 

John Vernon Brown 

Lamonica Brodie 

Stephanie J. Brake 

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Samantha Lynn 

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Tick... tick... tick... 

Let's see. Three tests, one quiz, a 
paper, and a summary on ITamlet. No 

If I start now and read until bed time 
and then wake up and read until 
class, 1 should be fine for my first test. 
Then 1 can schedule my paper in after 
that, and then the summary, because 
it's less important... 

Oh no! I'm wasting time planning. 
Can't plan. Have to study. Oops! 
When am I going to eat? Next week. I 
can eat next week. I'll have time to eat 
the following week too, and then in 
two weeks I can shop for some more 

Oops. I'm planning again. I have to 

Thank goodness weeks like this are few and far between, otherwise I'd go 
nuts! It seems that everything piles up at once and I can't concentrate on 
anything I'm supposed to be learning because I'm too busy trying to find 
time to get everything done. 

Oh the glories of being a college student! But I guess that's what makes us 
well-rounded, adult-like people, huh? 

Tick... tick... tick... 

Anita Gregory 

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William B. Burns 

Susan Greer Burton 

Dianne Carter 

Kellie Catherine 

Melanie Lynn Capes Julie Ann Caldwell 

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Donald Ray Williams 

Meeshaw Shawnee Williams 

Jacqueline M. Wilson 

Being in college means stress. And every major brings with it its own individual trage- 
dies and transgressions. Being in Theatre creates a new set of problems to add to the usual 
.irrav of homework, papers, projects, and lectures. I don't feel I'm any worse off than 
inwrne else, even my Sheik friend Sam, a business major with two classes that meet only 
three days a week. 

i Despite late night rehearsals, design projects, show runs, and nights of studying scripts 
in top of all the other school work, 1 feel more in control of my ideas and actions than 
j\ er. 1 see lots of students running around waiting for God to bless them with a major, or 
even a clue. I'm glad to have some kind of direction, even if it keeps me up until four in 
the morning. 

Jodi Young 

Janice Glynn Wright 

Alan Robert T. Zapata 


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Julie Karen Potts 

Ideal Specimens of True Womanhood: 
UNCG in 1919/1920 

Historians are part garbage-picker, part gossip colummist, and part detective, a la Sher- 
lock Holmes. We sift through the leavings fo societies, picking out what interests us. That s our 
privilege. I m exercising that privilege by giving you a look back at our university in the aca- 
demic year 1919/1920. I have chosen that year because it is a bridge in the social evolution of 
women in the United States from the era before women could vote, to the era of suffrage, from 
pre-World War I to post-war America, and from the Victorian era to the modern age. So come 
with me to a time before there were male students, when in loco parents was a fact of life, and 
when students were trying to juggle academic work with activities and stay sane in the process. 
(Some things haven t changed.) 

In 1919 the North Carolina College for Women was twenty-seven years old. Its motto was, 
and still is, Service. The school colors were gold and white, and the flower was the daisy. If 
you had entered as a freshman in the fall of that year a member of the Red and White class of 
1923 you would most likely have fit the following profile: the daughter of either a North Caro- 
lina farmer or business man ; the member of a family with a least three children ; a member of 
the Baptist, Methodist, or Presbyterian Church; age eighteen; and partly scared out of your wits 
and partly elated at the thought of coming to college. 

To ease the transition, you would have received a packet in the mail that summer. It would 
have contained a student handbook, with the order to PCnow the handbook printed on its first 
page. You would have taken that order seriously, because you would have had to pass a written 
test on its contents once you got to school. There would also have been a personal letter of wel- 
come from a member of the junior class the Blue and Whites, assigned to you as your big 
sister. It was her duty to help you adjust to college life and to make you feel as much at home 
as any new girl could feel under the circumstances. 

The college saw itself as an extension of the family, a philosophy common to most private 
schools of the time. Its goal was, paraphrasing President Julius Foust, to graduate students who 
were ideal specimens to true womanhood (1930/31 Student Handbook, p. 3) , but who would 
also be excellently prepared for any walk of life to which they would be called. To encourage 
the development of true womanhood, Carolinian editors urged strdents to emulate the model 
of rival Randolph-Macon Woman s College and act first as ladies, and secondly as scholars. 
Parents and students e:-pected strict discipline and a family-like atmosphere, both in terms of 
warmth and caring and in terms of a highly-structured life-style life by the bell, as the 
Carolinian editors called it . And you would have sensed that atmosphere on page six of the 
handbook, in the welcome to the The New Girls Red and White from the juniors. It begins with 
a rhetorical question in a tone that seems a little saccharine to us today: Did you ;know that 
when you leave home to come to North Carolina College you are going to meet another party of 
your family here your Junior sisters? They go on to request that the new girls let them love 
you almost as much as your mas and pas do, promising to make the college years the four hap- 
piest years of your life. You would, no doubt, have found their welcome very reassuring. 

Although the handbook was written by students for students, its tone was very parental, 
you would have few doubts about what to expect and what was expected of you, as there were 
over twenty pages of rules and regulations covering every aspect of campus life, from fire drills 
to table napkins. A sampling of these includes the following gems: 

-mandatory daily quiet hours and study hours in the dorms. 

-mandatory signing in and out of the dorm to and from any destination, including meals 
and classes . 

-written permission from parents in order to receive male callers in the dorm parlor. 

-no getting up before 6:15 a.m. (excluding trips to the bathroom, of course.) 

-required attendance at the weekly chapel services. 

-Sunday was a day of quiet, with mandatory meditation period from 2:30 to 5:00 p.m. 
-No freshman could go home, except for medical or famiily emergency, for the first six 

weeks . 

-mandatory daily walking period (not on Saturday) , unless excused by the college presi- 
dent or the resident physician. Dr. Anna Gove (for whom our health center is named) . 

-Dr. Gove required all students to have a raincoat, an umbrella or rain hat, and overshoes. 
-Students could not wear slacks on campus at any time. Gym suits had to be covered with 
a raincoat if worn anywhere except in gym class or for competitive sports. 

When you actually arrived at NCCW in the fall you would have been met at the train by the 
y girl, a representative of the campus YWCA, the most popular and powerful student group on 
campus. She would have carried some of your bags, for which you would have tipped her 
twenty-five cents, and she would have escorted you straight to college no stopping downtown to 
browse. You would have gone directly to your dormitory and checked in with your housemother. 
So would have been your life as a freshie. 

While the campus was a secure, ivory tower world in some respects, students took the 
motto, Service, seriously, and this helped focus their attention beyond NCCW. In 1919 they 
could not yet vote, but they knew that suffrage was the key to any hopes for political power for 
women. Students and faculty petitioned the state General Assembly to ratify the Nineteenth 
Amendment. They lost that battle, but they won the war when Congress passed it into law on 
August 26, 1920. (North Carolina ratified it as an afterthought in 1971! 

A second issue was even more prominent in the women s minds. The nation had just emerged 
victorious from the war to end all wars, and students had made major contributions to the 
effort . They had rolled hundreds of bandages for a red cross drive ; they had signed up for pa- 
triotic summer work ; and they had taken up for the slack when male workers at the college 
signed up for the armed fores. The women formed three organizations to take their place the 
Carpenterettes, the Farmerettes, and the Campus Squad. The Carpenterettes, particularly, were 
heroines that year, because they had built the YWCA Hut, completed in 1918. It was a two- 
room, post and beam log cabin which stood on the edge of Peabody Park at the end of College 
Avenue until sometime in the 1950 s. The Hut was the equivalent of the Elliot Center to an 
entire generation of students and was furnished in 1919 with sofas, soft chairs, cushions on 
the floors, braided rugs, lamps, and a Victrola. A radio was added in the 1920 s, and by 1930 
the women could take their dates to the Hut on weekends for dancing and relaxing. It also had 
a fireplace and a complete kitchen, and it was open to all students, alumnae, and guests. For 
their efforts, the Carpenterettes were immortalized in a ballad published in the 1919 hand- 

The Ballad of the Carpenterettes 
1. Twas in September, blithe and gay. 
There came some schoolgirls strong 
To the region of their college 
To help their Y along. 

2. They cut down trees and sawed them up 
And stacked the wood away ; 
And on the land that they had cleared 
They worked from day to day. 

3. They used the hammer and the nail ; 
They used the saw and plane ; 
And soon they had a dandy HUT 
That kept out snow and rain. 

4. They furnished it with games and books. 
With cushions round about ; 
And built fires in chimneys huge 
To keep the cold winds out . 

5. Many a good time had they there 
That sure will remembered be. 
But if you doubt my word at all 
Just come along and see . 

6. For these comforts and these pleasures. 
And good times by the score. 
Will last for many, many years 
We hope for ever more . 

The Farmerettes, in khaki middy suits and giant straw hats, planted and harvested the vege- 
table garden and the forty-plus acres of wheat and corn grown to ensure that NCCW was nearly 
self-sufficient in its food supply during the war. The Campus Squad, in their white middy suits, 
mowed the lawns and tended the grounds. After the men returned in the summer of 1920, these 
groups gave up their uniforms and faded into the collective memory of the college. 

One of the most important events in the life of this institution took place in 1919. With the 
war over and paper available again, the students could finally realize their dream of publishing 
a weekly newspaper, and the Carolinian was born on May 19, 1919. The editors were bursting 
with hope and pride in that first issue. They saw their paper as the shining jewel in the now 
triple crown of campus publications the Coraddi, the yearbook, and the Carolinian. But they 
should speak for themselves. With a weekly newspapaer to create public sentiment and to re- 
flect campus life, a magazine to represent our literary ability throughout the state, and an an- 
nual to record our progress as a college, we 11 show who s who! 

Commencement weekend was then, as it is now, the biggest event of the academic year. Only 
the graduating seniors and the sophomores chosen to make the daisy chains could remain on 
campus after exams ended. Several days before the event the daisy chain gang was trucked out 
to the nearby fields, where they spent the morning gathering flowers. (They and the Carpenter- 
ettes were the only exceptions to the no slacks rule, as both groups wore coveralls out of 
practical necessity.) Over the course of the next two days they entwined the daisies and green- 
ery around two stout hemp ropes, each approximately 100 feet long. They had to keep the flow- 
ers (and consequently, themselves) constantly wet to preserve their freshness. At the com- 
mencement the proud seniors, in their caps and gowns, marched solemnly through the aisle 
created by two rows of sophomores, resplendent in their white organdy dresses and holding the 
daisy chains. The sophomores, too, were proud proud of their handiwork and of their graduatinc 
big sisters. Following the ceremony, they laid the chains on the grass in front of Foust Build- 
ing to form the numerals 20, for the graduating class. We can still see remnants of this tradi- 
tion in the present day LINCG Commencement ceremony the female marshals still wear white ; 
every marshal wears a daisy in the lapel ; and they still form an aisle through which adminis- 
trators, faculty, and seniors march. The field of daisies is gone, and the sister class concept 
is gone, but the honor shown the graduates lives on. 

Most of the members of the classes who gave us the Carpenterettes, the YWCA Hut, and the 
Carolinian are no longer with us. But their voices can still be heard in the wonderful publica- 
tions they left. Through these they will speak to anyone who will listen. Someday, when you 
have a spare moment, stop by the University Archives in the library, and then let them speak to 
you. You 11 find the gap of seventy-three years to be very small, indeed. 

CheLyl F. JLrt: 



Alspaugh, Julie Ann - 

Brooks , Ashley Jen- 
nifer - 36 
Broyhill, Kent - 36 
Bullard, Catherine 
Lane - 36 

Covington, Lori Eliza- 
beth - 36 

Dowdy, Ne Keisha L. - 

Efird, Shannon - 38 
Feldman, Mark Steven - 

Finch, Jessica - 38 
Fishel, Antonia M. - 38 
Fouts, Angela E. - 38 
Garrett, Amy Elizabeth 

Garvy, Mir - 39 
Getz, Travis, G. - 39 
Greenberg, Melissa Jill 

Gregory, Anita Gail - 
Griffin Michelle Leigh 

- 40 

Holzschuh, Troy Layne 

- 40 

Hoover, Sarah - 40 
Howell, Margaret D. - 

James, Jenny L. - 41 
Jordan, Virginia Ann - 

Kickery, Lynn - 41 
Lacaua, Catherine E. - 

Larson, Amber E. - 41 
Leslie, Christopher G. - 

Lewis, Dorothy Lynn - 

LLoyd, Angela L. - 41 
McDaries, Angela D. - 

Moore, Melissa Ann - 

Moore, Sonya O Shea - 

Nash, Teresa Lynn - 34 
Pearson, Michael - 34 
Pine, Stacey 
Pittillo, Beverly 
Pulley, Kristen L. 
Rich, Kristi L. 
Pridgen, Jennifer L. 
Sappenfield, Gray A. 
Seaver, Brian Scott 
Southern, Dewayne M. 
Turner, Charles M. Ill - 

Webb, Crystal D. - 44 
White, Christie Louise 


Allen, P^atherine Marie 

1 : ■-: 

Aionso, Annette 

Rose 118 

Anderson, Ivy Jean 

Anselraent, Tiffany 
Lawing 118 
Artz, Melissa Louise 

Berry, Jennifer M. 116 
Blackwell, Amy Lynn 

Blanks, Tina L. 116 
Brady, Natalie Ginger 

Burress, Catherine G. 

Carrion, Marisa 86 
Childress, Craig Hayes 

Connor, Cortina A. 86 
Conrad, Tonya s. 86 
Cooke, Natalie Caroline 

Davis, Tina M. 86 
Delaney, Regan M. 98 
Ewalt, Elissssa Marga- 
ret 98 

Fox, Michele Lee 98 
Frallic, Tresa Ltnn 98 
Goldston, Christopher 

Goodman, Leslie Joy 

Greene, Mariaealine 99 
Griggs, Kimberly 
Lynne 99 

Haire, George Brian 99 
Hall, Susan 99 
Hills, Sarah Verlie 

Hodge, Elmia L. 106 
Holmes, Michelle Renee 

Jenkins, Bryan M. 106 
Jones, Kimberly Dawn 

Kearns, Maarivee L. 

Linton, Lauar C. 107 
Little, Amanda S. 107 
McEwen, Suzanne M. 

Mudge, Jennifer M, 

Newkirk, April Denise 

Nixon, Lisa Lucindy 

Palontibi, Heather Jean 

Patterson, Denise 
Quitina 50 
Pearce, Melinda Lois 

Perry, Regina Y. 50 
Poteat, Katrina I 50 
Potts, Lori L. 51 
Quincoses, April C. 51 
Robbins, Jennifer 51 
Rogers, Randy Clay 51 
Rumley, Heatehr Dawn 

Russell, Jennifer Lynn 
Seaver, Susan Elizabeth 

Smith, April Nicoles 


Smith, Kristy Michelle 


Spruill, Stephanie L. 


Stadnicki, Jennifer 

Lynn 59 

Stoney, Christine E. 66 

Strong, Tabitha S. 66 

Sturdivant, Tracy R. 


Tanner, Caroline R. 67 

Tinker, Jennifer Lynn 


Vann, Traci Susan 67 

Virtue, Michelle 67 

Watford, Latonja Yvette 


Wicker, Wendy Lee 72 

Wilkins, Jennifer 72 

Wilson, Latasha Renee 


Withrow, Robyn 72 

Wood, Matthew Zeno 73 

Wood, Traci 73 

Woods, Anthony 

Belomar 73 

Young, Tamica Dene 73 


Alston, Tiffany T. 134 

Ashworth, Dana L. 134 

Bandell, Meredith G. 


Berg, Helen 134 

Black, Brenda Ann 134 

Bordeaux, Joy Chandra 


Briscoe, Melissa Anne 


Brooks, Monique E. 


Brown, Ingrid L. 150 

Byrd, Richellen Anita 


Camp, Allyson 150 

Casey, Danetta Yvette 


Cherry, Natasha Tati- 

ncin 148 

Coker, Jennifer Dawn 


Creasy, Laura E. 148 

Dail, Kelly W. 148 

Decoste , Bonnie l 


Di Gregorio, Jennifer 
M. 148 

Dominguez, Marisin 

Donohue, Lisa 153 
Douglass, Sarah 153 
Ervin, Justin R. 128 
Fields, Rodney Mitch- 
ell 128 

Firms, La Trice 121 
Frazier, Wanda Renee 

Freeman, Gina R. 121 
Gau, William 121 
Gehron, Richard Lewis 

George, Cheryl 120 
Gibson, Angela Leigh 

Graves, Andrea 120 
Grunke, Sandy Laine 

Haigler, Tracey Lynn 

Hall, Ralph B. Jr. 137 
Harris, Anthony Quinn 

Harshaw, Joanie D. 

Hinshaw, Cinamon 137 
Holder, Helena Suzanne 

Holloway, Rebecca 136 
Holzer, Kimberly 136 
Howard, Samuel K. 136 
Hughes, Jacob Speight 

Johnson, Amy Eliza- 
beth 136 

Johnson, Tracy Carol 

Judkins, Nicole Lynn 

Kellett, Valerie 132 
Kilgore, Douglas Eddie 

Kirkman, Laura Leigh 

Lindsay, Cheryl Ann 

Lockhart, Gevon An- 
dreia 152 

Long, Margaret 152 
Mahony, Kathleen 128 
McNeill, Dawn Renee 

Miller, Angela Rae 122 
Mills, Jonetta 122 
Minner, Renee Phillips 

Moore, Alicia S. 122 
Moore, Denise L. 123 
Morrison, Gwendolyn 
D. 123 

Murphy, Yolanda 123 
Neese, Teresa Lea 123 
Nelson, Joy Lynne 123 
Ntuen, Ekong C. 123 
Ornt, Susan Lin 123 
Posluszny, Robert W. 

Reavis, Jody Lynn 138 
Rentz, Tricia Ann 138 
Russo, Kimberly Beth 

Shackelford, Sharen M. 

Shifflett, Kimberly D. 

Smith, David R. 139 
Steele, Teresa Lynn 

Tate, Melissa Anne 

Thompson, R. Darnelle 

Whitsett, Devona 
Toinette 139 
Williams, Amanda Gail 


Williams, Jef 152 

Wofford, Rachel 152 

Seniors 91 

Ambrose, Melissa 

Lynn 164 

Anastasia, Kalamboki 



D Jarisrochell 164 

Armstrong, Bridget 

Ennis 178 

Bardi, Ilaria 178 

Brandon, Erika Lovell 


Brewer, Lori Jo 178 

Brown, Susan 178 

Cobb, Sandy 194 

Collins, Linda 194 

Davis, Jennifer A. 194 

Dukas, Christina 194 

Eisenhower, Katherine 

A. 194 

Essa, Carl David 210 

Gallagher, Elaine 210 

Gironda, Laura Ann 


Grant, Roger Dean 210 

Gray, Stephen L. 210 

Higley, Gilbert P. Ill 


Howay, Regina Catrisa 


Jarman, Amy Elizabeth 


Jenkins, Donald Ray 


Lockhart , George H . 


McCollum, William 

Todd 168 

McKenzie, Ashley 

James 168 

McKenzie, Susan 159 

Mullins, Amy Lee 166 

Needham, Beth 166 

Peelman, Georgia Susan 


Pemberton, Natalie E. 


Powell, Barbara Jean 


Price, Deizabeth A. 


Riddick, Jeannette F. 


Rivellese, Jennifer Lyn 


Seats, Tim Charles 180 

Shoaf, Sterling Lee 180 

Shue, Tamara Gayle 


Sikes, Corrella Ann 


Skiscim, John C. 196 

Smith, Andrea Dawn 


Starr, Jesse Wayne 


Stegall, Cynathia Mae 


Surcars, Mary Beth 196 
Titus, Karen Susanne 

Versola, Judy M. 212 
Zaicienweber, Tamara 
D. 212 

Seniors 92 

Abdul-Rahim, Moham- 
mad 212 

Aduss, Kiinberly L. 

Ahmed, Abu S.S. 212 
Albertson, Greta 183 
Alexander, Tiffany 
Dawn 183 

Allen, Kevin Scott 183 
Allen, Lisa Dawn 182 
Aliie, Daughn Alaine 

Allison, Sonja M. 182 
Allred, Mark Franklin 

Andercyk, Stephen W. 

Angell, Susan K. 199 
Angelo, Loren Anthony 

Apple, Philip A. 199 
Appollo, Arlene Marie 

Armstrong, Ronnelle, 

Arnold, David 198 
Ash, Kristi Blaine 198 
Austin, Amy Denise 

Baggetta, Patrick 198 
Bailey, James A. Jr 

Bailey, Pamela R. 215 
Baker, Carla 215 
Baker, Michelle Renee 

Barksdale, Jennifer A. 
21 5 

Barrier, Marianne 215 
Belle, Michelle L. 214 
Bennett, Angela D. 214 
Bercaw, Lisa Marie 

Berger, Christine 214 
Berteand, Michelle D. 

Black, Susan Marie 

Blackwell, Peter C. 

Blake, Sharon J. 170 
Blevins, Sherry L. 170 
Blodget, Monica 171 
Blue, Marie Aletha 

Boger, Susan Denise 

Boone, Julie Lynette 

Booth, Jennifer Anne 

Bowen, Cynthia Page 

Bowlin, Lisa Dawn 171 
Bowman, Robert Drew 


Bcyce, Katherine E. 

Boyte, Cory 184 
Bradshaw, Kendra N. 

Bradsher, Lora Martin 

Brannon, Michael 185 
Brake, Steffanie J. 185 
Brodie, Lamonica 185 
Brown, John Vernon Jr 

Brown, Kara 185 
Brown, Marlisa Mich- 
elle 185 

Brund, Christine I . 

Buchanan, Robin L. 

Bullard, Allison L. 

Bumette, Michael P. 

Burns, William R. 200 
Burton, Susan Greer 

Byrd, Ledon Wall 201 
Caldwell, Julie Ann 

Capes, Melanie Lynn 

Capps, Kellie Catherine 

Carte, Diane 201 
Cathey, Lenora B. 201 
Chadwick, Deborah D. 

Chauvin, Mary Cather- 
ine 201 

Christenbury, Jo 
Heather 216 
Clemens, Angela 
Christine 216 
Clark, Blaine Eric 216 
Clark, Christopher 

Clark, Julie Elizabeth 

Clodfelter, Julie Ann 

Cloninger, Caroline B. 

Colley, Renee 217 
Collins, Julie Lyn 217 
Conti, Tracy L. 217 
Corbett, Robert Lee Jr 

Courtney, Marua E. 

Courts, Carla Teresa 

Cox, Laura Michelle 

Coyle, David William 

Crawford, Penelope A. 

Creekmore, Amy Carol 

Crouse, Susan Lynn 

Culler, Christine 
Candice 131 

Dailey, Jennifer Lane 


Davis, Rachel Ann 131 

De Vinney, Ericka Rene 


Deal, Jodie Lynette 


Dickens, Angela Lynn 


Doss, Nancy Lynn 131 

Drennan, Michale 

Burke 142 

Eatmon, Deborah Elaine 


Edwards, Robyn E. 142 

Efird, Jeanie Carol 


England, Sherry A. 


English, Brent R. 14 

Farlow, Trisha Karri 


Farrar, William M. Ill 


Feagin, Susan Marie 


Fearrington, Kimberly 

R. 144 

Ferrell, Malcolm Rea 


Fields, Anissa Nicole 


Fields, Jessica 146 

Floyd, Kimberly Elaine 


Foley, Irene Marie 146 

Fritsch, Julaine Leigh 


Garcia, Christy E. 147 

Garner, Heather Lynn 


Gates, Benjamin Philip 


Gaudio, William S. 147 

Gentry, Amy Sue 147 

Gladding, Elizabeth F . 


Goodwyn, Joanne Drew 


Grady, Wendy Howard 


Graham, Linda G. 155 

Griffis, Rodney A. 155 

Griffith, Ben D. Jr. 


Grimm, Lisa Alderman 


Grove, Phaedra J. 155 

Grubb, James Wesley 


Guard, Patty L. 1155 

Guerrero, Theresa J. 


Haigler, Carl N. Ill 


Hale, Lisa Michelle 


Hall, Kristi Lynette 


Hampton, Lori D. 156 

Hanes, Robert A. 157 

Hantho, Heidi H. 157 

Hardaway, Walter 

Brian 157 

Hardy, Karla Ann 157 
Hartley, Heather 
Danell 158 
Hartness, Linda Diane 

Hege, Melissa D. 158 
Hemrick, Allison L. 

Hennessey, Erin M. 

Herndon, Maggie 
Elizabeth 160 
Hill, Vickie Hylton 

Hilldale, Philip 
Douglass 160 
Hinkle, Tamera Leigh 

Hogan, Teka Renee 160 
Holder, Tracy Lee 160 
Holloran, Jill Marie 

Holt, Jane Lynch 162 
Home, Gina Aljoy 162 
Horton, Ingrid Nichole 

House, Cynthia Lynn 

Howard, Nichole Marie 

Howell, Anica Kaye 

Hughes, Alton R. II 

Humphrey, Connie J. 

Humphrey, T. V. 163 
Irving, Annalisa Jovita 

Jarvis, Cynthia Faye 

Jenkins, Ashley J. 172 
Jessup, Wendy Louise 

Jewell, Mark Stephen 

Johnson, Christy M. 

Johnson Sonja 174 
Johnson, Tami J. 174 
Junk, Cheryl F. 174 
Kallam, Vanessa Louise 

Kellam, Wendy Mich- 
elle 174 

Kent, Elizabeth 186 
Kiel, Charles E. 186 
Kimrey, Aimee Sue 

Kimrey, Devonna 
Lynettte 186 
King, Laura Marie 186 
Kipka, Scarlett Ann 

Kotlas, Amelia Rose 

Larue, C . Charming 

Lau:-:, Bradley Reid 

Laurence, Melani Kaye 

Ledford, Melissa ANne 

Lee, Douglas Dylan 

Lee, Karin Alexis 190 
Lee, Sheri Marley 190 
Lesane, Anita M. 191 
Lewis, Johnny Lee Jr. 

Lin, Carolyn 191 
Lizak, Lisa Ann 191 
Loman, Samantha Lynn 

Lutton, Andrea Mich- 
elle 191 

Lynch, Kathryn E. 191 
Machie, Shaon Atkins 

Mangrum, Stacy Va- 
nessa 192 
Mangum, Timothy V. 

Maples, Gene Fiandall 

Marlowe, Kent Wayne 

Marr, Trish 193 
Martin, Laura Allison 

Mauney, Bettie Jane 

Ma>™ell, Kelli Ann 

McBride, Trisha Leigh 

McDonald, Leslie Ann 

McDunna, H. I. 204 
McGee, Angela Denise 

McGee, Teresa Kay 204 
McKee, J. Christopher 

McKee, Melissa M 206 
McRary, Janet Lynn 

Mehta, Rohini A. 206 
Miler, Deborah K. 206 
Miller, Dossie K. Ill 

Milton, William B. L. 
Ill 206 

Montague, Michelle 
Lajuan 208 
Moore, Cheryl Denita 

Moore, Elizabeth D. 

Moore, Kathy Lynn 

Morgan, Mak Sparrow 

Neal, Laura Ann 209 
Neal, Richard R. Jr 

Nelson, Celeste Selena 

Newberne, Moselle 20S 
Newsome, Sarh Eliza- 

Ngo, Linh Tieu 
Nvesa, Sarah, Jane 
Owens, Tisha 0. 
Pace-Howard, Sherrie 
Parrish, Melissa Ruth 

Parrish, Meredith 

Ayn 102 


Strickland, Trinicia 

Part low, Laverne D. 


Patterson, Kiitiberly 

Stubbs, Mollie Frances 

Peake, Jeffery A. 


Perkisn, Susan E. 

Tally, Lisa Renee 103 

Peterkin, Victoria 

Tate, Andrea Lee 103 

Peters, John M. 

Taylor, Andrea D. 108 

Peterson, Holly Lynn 

Thomas, Audrey 108 

Peterson, Panunie 

Thomas, Marcia G, 108 


Thomas, Sharlena C. 

Petty, Jennifer Lee 


Pierce, Monica Yvonne 

Thompson, Tracey 

Piosko, Mark 

Arlene 108 

Potts, Julie Karen 

Thorne, Tosha 108 

Powers, Carney M. 

Thrower, Valerie E. 

Pritchett, Amy 


Proctor, Leanna Jane 

Tucker, Debbie Carol 

Propst, Trina Alaine 


Quatlebaum, Linda 

Tucker, Lisa A. 109 


Tucker, Sherry E. 109 

Reavis, Stephanie Lynn 

Turner, Monica Rae 

Reece, Matthew Wade 


Reed, Amy Renae 

Turner, Sam Jr 126 

Reynolds , Sherrie 

Tyndall, margaret E. 



Rhodes, Robbie Alyson 

Underwood, Kelly 


Renee 126 

Rhyne, Sandra Lee 80 

Vogt, Kenneth Andrew 

Rich, Kelly L. 81 


Riedel, Sherry Lynn 

Volpe, James J. 127 


Waldrop, Jennifer 

Riesenhuber, Darci 

Denise 127 

Renee 81 

Walker, Karyetta L. 

Robertson, Mary E. 81 


Rosenberg, Cathy Sue 

Wallace, Ashley Dawn 



Routh, Alisha Dale 90 

Webster, Marilyn E. 

Royale, Jennifer 


Novelle 90 

Weiner, James Thomas 

Salerason, Jeremy Marc 



Wetzel, Deborah L. 

Sanpson, Daniel 91 


Shiltz, Laura 91 

Wheeler, W. Denise 

Sharpe, Melissa A. 91 


Shaw, Robin E. 91 

Wheless, Heather A. 

Shepard, Brenda Ann 



Whitaker, Lori A. 189 

Shepherd, Stacy Rae 94 

White, Jonathan F. 189 

Sherrill, Michael C. 94 

White, Julie Maria 189 

Shouse, Patrick L. 94 

Wilder, Sonya Yvonne 

Shuping, Toni Eliza- 


beth 94 

Williams, Diane Lynn 

Sikes, R. Denise 95 


Sims, Julie L. 95 

Williams, Donald Ray 

Slater, Alyssa K. 95 


Slater, Kristen Marie 

Williams, Meeshay 


Shawnee 202 

Smith, Kelli Cook 96 

Williams, Robert 

Smith, Zandra A. 96 

Anderson 203 

Soliday, Stephen W. 97 

Wilson, Jacqueline M. 

Spotti, Regula W. 97 


Staggs, Jill Leann 97 

Wright , Janice Glynn 

Stanlie, Janie R. 97 


Stanley, Ronald Marcus 

Zapata, Alan Robert T. 



Stewart, Alesa C. 102 

Stinehelfer, Kathleen 

M. 102 

Stone, Christopher A. 


Strickland, Cindy 

Denise 102 

Strickland, Lalenya 


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